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The Saddest Park

Jul 16, 2021 | Poetry

Summer

daycare

“recreation”

a playground,

the saddest park to me

the happiest place to them

 

 

for ashen children

with ice cream-smeared faces

 

 

 

embracing 

delight in shadows

industrial

meat-packed filament

this processed universe

is

summer

 

 

their dutiful acceptance

 resonates

glee in a  world

they imagine is everything

when shutters open in a plastic house

or they descend

a plastic slide

 

an aura of ghosts

volleys alongside

metallic processors

 

 

an open gate

as if they left in a hurry

or never stopped coming

 

 

to this contaminated 

emptiness

sings

 

with their happiness

this Chernobyl in my heart

this void

 

is childhood

 

 

 

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